I'd love to be the fool for you,
If you promise to be the gold for me,
U could be the fool's gold,
Where the fool is me that u will mould,
But the love we have seems so old,
And as the saying goes, old is gold,
No one knows where the story goes,
'Cause It's a story untold that we'll unfold.
YOU ARE READING
Chasing The Clouds
PoetryPiled up with books in the shelf of my heart, I wrote a new page for every life that ever crossed my way, Giving it the beauty that it deserves, I played my part, Then I kept it back slowly, and again started from the start. Go ahead and have a look!
